Jianlong Yuehong froze, unable to utter a word for a long time. Jiang Baimian smiled:
"Relax, it's not a matter of urgency, you can think about it slowly."
Long Yuehong looked around and found that no one was urging him. Even Shang Jianyao was just idly watching the street scenes.
His anxious state eased, and he began to recall the information he had already grasped.
"Old Han has heart problems and is seeking a suitable organ transplant...
"He used to live near the Antana Street black market...
"That's right, the black market is the most likely place to get human organs. Without other accidents, Old Han shouldn't move easily, especially to the more expensive Red Wolf District..."
As one thought after another emerged, Long Yuehong vaguely grasped the direction of his pursuit.
He opened his mouth and said cautiously:
"Old Han should have come here to do something... Antana Street isn't close to here, it might take half an hour to walk. Right, he has a car, he will definitely choose to drive, and if he drives, he will definitely park as close as possible..."
The more Long Yuehong spoke, the smoother it became, and he even found a feeling of intellectual excitement.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian smiled and pointed out a small mistake:
"Not necessarily, if Old Han doesn't want others to remember his car, he will choose to park a little further away."
"Yes, but not too far." Long Yuehong nodded slightly, his tone gradually becoming more certain, "That is to say, since we saw Old Han walking, it means that where he parked is nearby, and his destination is also nearby."
In this way, the scope of the investigation was greatly reduced.
Long Yuehong glanced at the alley where Han Wanghuo's figure disappeared and said with the joy of discovering a new world:
"Cars can't pass through there!"
He seemed to have found the reason why Han Wanghuo didn't park his car directly outside his destination.
The last section of the road was impassable!
Once he had this guess, where Han Wanghuo was going became more obvious:
The several communities and apartment buildings in that alley!
The scope of the investigation was reduced once again, to a less troublesome level.
Jiang Baimian revealed a gratified smile:
"Not bad, boldly hypothesize, carefully verify. You lead the way from here."
"Me?" Long Yuehong was both surprised and apprehensive.
He was pleasantly surprised to be praised and recognized by the team leader for his ability to analyze problems. He was apprehensive because he was worried that he wouldn't be able to lead a mission well.
"Yes, now you are Team Leader Long Yuehong." Jiang Baimian joked with a smile.
Then, she pointed to Shang Jianyao:
"If this guy doesn't listen to you, slap him hard."
"Yes!" Shang Jianyao looked like he was eager for Long Yuehong to try.
Long Yuehong certainly wouldn't take it seriously. He steadied his mind and said:
"Let's split up and ask the security guards, gatekeepers, or small vendors at the entrances and exits of those communities and apartment buildings if they have seen Old Han."
"Okay." Bai Chen was the first to respond.
"Yes, Team Leader!" If it weren't for the environmental constraints, Shang Jianyao would definitely shout very loudly.
After splitting up, they had a harvest in less than fifteen minutes.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen found a gatekeeper of an apartment building and used 1 Oray from him to learn an important clue:
He had seen someone similar to Han Wanghuo, and the person entered the opposite community with a short, thin woman.
"Woman?" After listening to Long Yuehong's description, Jiang Baimian repeated with a slight surprise and amusement, "Old Han dares to face his Subhuman identity and is willing to be honest with a woman?"
"Maybe he just chooses not to take off his clothes." Among the "Old Task Force," only Bai Chen, a carbon-based human, could discuss similar topics without changing his expression.
Genava could too, but he was an artificial intelligence and had no expression or complexion.
"Just collaborators?" Long Yuehong suggested another possibility.
"Organ provider?" Shang Jianyao stroked his chin.
Long Yuehong imagined it:
"Isn't that too terrifying?"
Who would be willing to truly get along with an organ provider?
Wouldn't they have nightmares from now on?
Jiang Baimian was about to clap her hands and say, "Okay, we'll know once we go in and ask," but suddenly remembered that she was just an ordinary member of the team, Da Bai, and had to close her mouth again.
Seeing the team leader's ambiguous expression, Long Yuehong remembered that this was his mission:
"We'll go into that community and ask around, um, paying attention to those people's reactions. I'm afraid they'll tip off the others."
He's got the hang of it... Jiang Baimian smiled secretly and praised him in her heart.
After a busy time, the "Old Task Force" found several witnesses who confirmed that Han Wanghuo and the woman had entered Building 3.
Then, Long Yuehong made arrangements again:
Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen guarded the front door, and Genava monitored the area behind to prevent suspicious people from noticing the movement and leaving in a hurry.
He and Shang Jianyao then entered Building 3 and checked each household one by one.
After going up to the fourth floor and knocking on one of the rooms, they saw a robust middle-aged man.
"What's the matter?" the man asked with a puzzled and wary expression.
He was a Red River person.
"Have you seen this person?" Long Yuehong took out Han Wanghuo's portrait.
The man's expression changed slightly, and then he shook his head.
"You've seen him." Shang Jianyao smiled as he interpreted.
The man was stunned for a few seconds and said:
"Yes, I've seen him. What do you want to ask?"
"What did he want from you?" Long Yuehong asked eagerly, a feeling of joy in his heart.
The mission he led had finally borne fruit, and the process was quite easy!
The man frowned slightly and said:
"He wanted to invite me to participate in a mission, saying it was more dangerous. I refused. Hehe, I don't want to take risks anymore. I only do things that I'm sure of."
"What mission?" Long Yuehong asked with a slightly puzzled expression.
"I didn't ask. If I asked, I might not be able to refuse." The man was very clear-headed. "I don't know where he lives. We just knew each other before and cooperated a few times."
Suddenly, Shang Jianyao lowered his voice and asked gossipily:
"Did he bring a female companion?"
"Yes." The man said without understanding too much, "A sick woman. How can that be a teammate? Although her illness makes her willing to take on that mission, her combat power can't be guaranteed."
Sick... Long Yuehong vaguely understood something.
After leaving the community and returning to the car, he reported his harvest to Jiang Baimian, Genava, and Bai Chen.
Jiang Baimian sighed and said:
"Old Han is taking risks to raise money for an organ transplant? The woman also has similar problems?
"Alas, the clues are temporarily broken. We can only go back to the Hunter's Guild and see if there are any high-value missions."
"Catch us." Shang Jianyao reminded from the side.
Jiang Baimian glared at him:
"Let's take care of that other thing first."
……
Red Wolf District, Stern Street, No. 25.
Terence, the second boss of the Black Shirts, received a call.
"Do you know a man named Sangri. Delasse and a..." The person on the other end of the phone was a ruin hunter with close ties to various gangs and a lot of connections.
Terence laughed:
"With a name like that, I can make up ten for you right now."
"I'll give you the photos and information. If you have any leads, the reward won't be small." The ruin hunter said with practiced ease.
By evening, Terence had received the corresponding letter.
After he opened it and took a closer look, his expression suddenly became a little strange.
He thought the two people in the photos looked a little familiar.
After taking another look at their hair color, his forehead twitched, and he remembered helping someone buy hair dye before.
In a flash of thought, Terence smiled, picked up the phone, and dialed the previous number.
"Never seen them." He answered very simply.
How could he betray his good brother?
Moreover, the two sides had close cooperation.
At this moment, outside the house, at the corner of the street, the "Old Task Force's" newly rented car was quietly parked there.
Shang Jianyao had already visited Terence before and "deepened" their friendship.
In fact, Bai Chen had suggested killing him directly, but thinking that Terence had the "Beyond Spirituality" cult behind him, simply killing him might not solve the problem, so she took the initiative to give up on this idea.
……
After a busy day, the "Old Task Force" returned to the Ugo Hotel.
After entering the room, while Jiang Baimian was washing up, Shang Jianyao raised his left wrist and looked at the "Ring of Blindness."
The corresponding power had already returned to this strange ornament woven from black hair.
Immediately afterward, Shang Jianyao pinched the sides of his temples, leaned against the backrest, and closed his eyes.
Inside the "Sea of Origins," on the island with the golden elevator.
Shang Jianyao sat down in front of Shang Jianyao and turned his gaze to a conspicuous trace in mid-air.
That trace seemed to pierce through the void, with a large amount of red surging within.
As time went by, the red gradually turned golden and slowly changed to orange, as if it were changing with the sunlight.
"Can using it solve you?" Shang Jianyao asked Shang Jianyao.
His gaze remained on mid-air.
ps: Recommend a book, Robot Wall.E's new book. Many friends should have read his previous book, *Plague Doctor*.
The new book is *Cyber Hacker*:
A city of flashing neon lights and lurking dangers.
Metahumans lurk beneath the rainy nights, aberrant species roam the broken streets, and evil spirits stir in the great rivers that cut through the city.
Oligarchic corporations, mysterious cults, transcendent programs, cybernetic modifications, and personality masks.
Gu Huiyuan always thought he was well-received because he used to be a psychologist, and he was kind at heart, a breath of fresh air in this broken world. But then... things went in an indescribable direction.